Pisaries Creator

Here, I am waiting,
watching and listening,
thinking of past days,
filled with present longing,
hoping for future release.

My heart is broken,
not to the point of a wilting flower,
but the leaves are brown,
and the stem is turning black.

I could be wrong about this,
or of things in my past,
maybe a part of me is gone,
maybe I am whole but can't see it,
but I believe this is not my time.